On the edge of loneliness, reaching out, wanting to
grasp onto something that will last forever.
Knowing within that it's an impossibility, feeling
the dread that thought brings to light.
Wishing to find a way to make something last forever,
yet even this world is disintegrating from the dis-
respect we show it.
Through pollution, littering, cutting down forests and
destroying deserts, mountains and valleys.
Seeing this destruction, realizing sadly, that nothing
will last forever, for man is hell-bent on destroying
life and nature as we once knew it in our younger days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
conscious................really....environmentalist! !